Ah, my shady past. It's all coming out now...
I used to wear all my lingerie on the outside, Madonna (vogue days) meets goth. One time at a club my husband pulled off my skirt while we were kinda dancing the forbidden dance on one of those raied go-go stages, and well, everyone got a peek at what skimp I was wearing. Thank god for dark clubs and drunk patrons who couldn't give a rats patootie.
Um what else. Oh, when I was 16 I went to my bro's college grad party, got too drunk, and did a song and dance on a table with god and eveyrone watching to the song Veronica by Elvis Costello - then I loudly announce that I had gotten my period. Of course I don't remember this, but everyone else did. Thank goodness for blackouts.
I flashed my husband in an elevator once, we were getting kind of frisky and couldn't keep our hands off each other. But I waited too long to actually pull off my bra. The door opened, and there was a large group of happy mallshoppers who got a peek at my boobies. So there I was with the elevator door open and everyone staring including a woman who screamed and closed her son's eyes.
I unintentionally started a pub brawl (must've been the clothes I was sporting) 10 years ago when I was in London. I swear it wasn't my fault.
My husband and I thought it would be fun to stop off on a deserted road on our way back from Vegas one summer night about 6 years ago. We got out and started to have our way with one another on the back bumper of the car. Everything was going well, until we looked over. We had been too hot and bothered to notice the parked car about 20 feet away. Thankfully they were inside their vehicle doing the same thing, so hey, when in Rome...
hehe. I think it's my husband who's the bad influence on me.
Er, I think I said too much. I hope I don't get banned. Please don't ban me!